Oh my goodness, have I been waiting to do this for SO long. Prisoner's Dilemma is literally like THE phighting fanfiction out there. It's definitely an old one, and may be a little out of character, as a lot of the canon info & characterization we have now wasn't available back then. The fanfiction is definitely very speculative & very Medkit centered, but it's still a very good read that I heavilyu recommend for any PHIGHTING fans!!!
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yeah so anyway i hadnât planned to write an epilogue but this is mostly hurt/comfort and itâs good closure!
read the whole work on ao3!
âYou need to sleep, Jyn.â
âI am sleeping,â she murmurs, but with a coherency that only proves his earlier statement correct. Sheâs curled up next to him, with her fingers wound tightly in the material of his shirt. Every so often, her eyes flicker open as if to make sure that heâs still laying next to her and every time her breath hitches, she tries to pull him closer to her.
From experience, Cassian knows what sheâs going through. He wonders how many times her senses played tricks on her in that little cell on Wobani and how many times she thought she saw him or hear him or touched him before realizing that he wasnât there.
Sheâs barely talked about it and he wonât push her; sheâll talk when sheâs ready. But heâs still worried that sheâs going to lose herself right in front of him and there isnât going to be anything he can do to help her.
(and he hates it. hates how he couldnât come for her sooner and hates how he doesnât know how to help her now.)
âYouâre not,â he says, tugging her closer to him and trying not to let his anxiety slip into his voice. âYouâve barely slept since weâve gotten back.â
âNeither have you,â she retorts. Her whole body tenses, but she doesnât move away from him. âIâm not stupid, Cassian. Donât think I havenât noticed.â
âJyn -- â
His argument dies on his lips because he knows itâs true. The last time he got a good nightâs sleep since Tamsye Prime had been on the flight back to Hoth, and that had been almost two weeks ago.
Rogue Oneâs grounded. The mission to rescue Jyn had been unsanctioned and even the heroes of Scarif couldnât escape repercussions for their actions. Nobody had been particularly upset when they had returned home with Jyn in tow, but they could only get away with breaking Alliance rules so many times. And while it feels weird to sit around and do nothing -- he canât remember the last time heâs relaxed -- itâs the kind of break heâs needed.
The kind of break that theyâve all needed.
So, instead of lying to her and saying that yes, he is getting enough sleep, he replies as honestly as he can muster (because trust goes both ways, right?), âNo, Iâm not.â
Jyn lifts her head up, studying his face. Itâs easy to see through her mask now that he knows her, and as her eyes widen ever so slightly, he can tell sheâs shocked by the blatant truth in his answer. She had expected him to put up a fight but heâs too tired to do anything except be honest with her.
Itâs a defense mechanism -- Jyn wants him to argue with her, wants him to get exasperated and push her away because sheâs hurting and doesnât want him to feel obligated to take care of her. Sheâs trying to build her walls back up so it wonât sting as much when he leaves her. It pains him a little, that she thinks he will, but thatâs nothing compared to what she must be feeling right now.
Cassian swallows the lump in his throat and continues, âIâm right here, okay? Iâll be here when you wake up. You can sleep now.â
Her fingers twine in his shirt, right over the spot on his shoulder where he got shot. Her breath hitches. âIâm not the only one who needs rest, Cass.â
âIâll sleep when you do,â he promises, but they both know thatâs a lie. Still, Jyn lets him pull her to his chest once more and when her eyes flutter closed, his do too.
But he doesnât sleep. He wonât admit it to her, but heâs worried that she wonât be there when he wakes up either. That this whole conversation is the result of some drug-induced fog and when he wakes up, heâll be in the medbay with a hole in his chest and sheâll be in a cell light years away from him.
He stays awake, just in case.
âItâs hard,â Jyn says suddenly, when itâs been quiet for so long that he almost believes she had fallen asleep. âSurviving.â
His chest pangs and he squeezes his eyes shut tight for a moment, then opens them to look down at her. Sheâs not looking at him, instead picking at a loose piece of thread from the collar of his shirt. His voice is rough when he agrees. âYeah.â
âSometimes I wish. . .â her breath catches and in the dim light of their bedroom, he thinks that maybe her eyes are a little wet. But when she blinks, theyâre dry. âSometimes I wish we would have died on that beach. I know thatâs terrible, but -- â
âBut we should have,â he finishes for her, since he knows what sheâs going to say. She lets out a long, shuddering sigh and he thinks sheâs relieved she didnât have to say it out loud.
âWe should have,â she whispers. âI think we should have.â
And Cassian understands. Thereâs days where he feels like he doesnât deserve to be alive, not when so many others are dead. Yet here they are. They survived when they shouldnât have so might as well make the best of it.
âBut,â he manages, with a lightness he doesnât feel, âif we had died, I would have only been able to hold you like this once.â
âIt wasnât holding so much as me propping you up,â Jyn says wryly. Thereâs a hint of laughter in her voice, but itâs not convincing. Still, itâs better than nothing.
âIf we had died,â he continues with a mischievous smile, âI wouldnât have been able to do this.â He presses a kiss to the top of her head, good arm tightening around her shoulders. âOr this,â he kisses the tip of her nose, grinning when she laughs and tries to squirm away, âor this.â His lips meet hers gently at first, but the kiss deepens when she shifts to wrap her arms around his neck and run her fingers through his hair.
They break apart a minute later, both panting. Thereâs a spark in Jynâs eyes that Cassian hasnât seen in a long time. âSleep,â he says softly, brushing a stray piece of hair off of her cheek. âIâve got you.â
âOnly if you do too,â she replies, brushing her thumb over his cheekbone. âWeâre in this together, Cassian Andor.â
âAll the way, Jyn Erso,â he swears, resting his chin on the top of her head. He waits until her breathing has evened out to repeat it. âAll the way.â
He doesnât sleep, not that night. But Jyn does, and to him, thatâs all that matters.
(she finds him snoring softly on her shoulder the next evening when theyâre trying to watch a film, so she takes the blanket and wraps it tighter around his sleeping form. this time, she watches out for him. after all, heâs not the only one who worries.)